Surrender

Moons falling, invisible hours, my son                                                                               never leaves                                                                    our nest—when the house                                                                             is quiet, it’s most   dangerous. The air deflates to flat, a flag                                              cloaking the rooms. It scares me—this silence—his teenage shadow                                                                  beneath my door, he pauses, moves           on. His footsteps patter                                              and fade, distant like...

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